Poetic interpretation: the chilly north wind blows in waves, whirring and blowing the thin clothes of the Red Army soldiers. On such a frosty morning, the soldiers marched nervously and quickly to Loushanguan, and the horses marched on the steep mountain road, making a messy sound. The piercing sound of the horn echoed in the mountains intermittently, responding to the cries of wild geese in the sky.
Don't say Xiongguan is as strong as steel, our brave Red Army will cross it again. Climb the Loushan Pass and look into the distance. The rolling mountains spread out in the distance, just like the waves of the sea, magnificent and incomparable; The bloody sunset hangs in the western sky, making the rivers and mountains of Wan Li more magnificent.
Praise the revolutionary optimism of the Red Army heroes and the firm belief that revolutionary soldiers will win.